Lissana found Uzziel in Fara’s room.
He was sleeping while seated next to the bed, with his back hunched and his head resting against the edge of the mattress. Even asleep, he frowned, as if worry had stayed to watch over him in his place. The soft light coming through the window barely touched his tired face.
Lissana approached quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Uzziel woke up immediately, startled at first, until his eyes recognized her.
“Good morning,” she said softly.
“Good morning…” he replied, slowly sitting up. “How is everyone doing?
“Fine,” Lissana answered. “I’ve come to wake Fara. I’m sure she’s ready now.
Uzziel looked at the young woman who was still sleeping. The fear lingered, silent, etched into her expression.
“I hope so…” he murmured. “I don’t want to see
